The Republic of The Hurricane is a mammoth, efficient nation, renowned for its deadly medical pandemics, keen interest in outer space, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 9.599 billion Hurricaneans are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Education. The average income tax rate is 99.3%.

The frighteningly efficient Hurricanean economy, worth a remarkable 6,287 trillion dollars a year, is broadly diversified and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Information Technology, Arms Manufacturing, Retail, and Book Publishing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is a breathtaking 655,068 dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Ice-filled coffins are ominously positioned in the corner of every hospital ward, traffic cops spend most of their work-hours calculating citizens' monthly income, the recycled air in planes is nauseating, and professionals are ready to retire by the time they receive permission to use their credentials. Crime is totally unknown, despite the fact that it is difficult to make it through a day without breaking one of the country's many laws. The Hurricane's national animal is the bird, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

The Hurricane is ranked 324,554^th in the world and 18^th in The Great Storm for Highest Disposable Incomes, with 4,585.48 Standard Monetary Units.